Cent traveled across the out lands climbing over terrain. He had done this almost as soon as he was programmed but it was still like new territory for him. He enjoyed traversing the wide out lands that he called home preying on lonesome bugs separated from their colonies. He often looked at his 'life' and thought about trying to live with the other programs but then remembered how they had once tried to have him deresed for the good reason of his feral rage and confusion. So here he was. Living where no other would. As he finally got to the top of a large hill like point in the out lands he stopped and looked out over the grid. He looked closely at the races being held and watched the light bikes in fascination.